Zoro Fanfic Novels & Stories

She begged Dean to leave. Dean refused to abandon her. They cried in each other’s arms, only for Zorro to barge in moments later. Zeke remembered it all from his small hiding spot—Dean being butchered before his eyes, Ximena dragged away, screaming. Zorro had lifted Zeke by the collar and forced him to look at the mangled body. “This is your mother’s lover,” he’d said. “Remember this. This is what happens to traitors.” The trauma had broken him, worsening his already fragile mental state.

"But don't worry, she will come back as soon as she is content with what she is doing. I bet she will come out to eat." "She is inside the book, huh?" Zoren frowned. If he could only get into that book with her, then he wouldn't wish for anything else. He would have loved to stay there and have fun with her alone in their own little world. No matter how secluded and silent it may be, he would be glad to spend days and nights there with her. Sadly, it was impossible for her to take him in. "Don't frown; do you want to get in the show with me?"

"No, what happened to me? Where's my mate? Did I mess up Aqua's party?" "No," I opened my eyes and looked at him. "It was already over before you blacked out, and your mate is here," he looked at the door. On cue, the door flew open. "I'll take my leave," Zircon disappeared quickly, which means he was in the middle of reading a book. He is a bookworm.

Both of them froze. “Yes,” Sorcha continued, her heart pounding. “You heard me right. I’m in love with him. Your husband. My father’s best friend.” Her hands curled into fists at her sides. “He should have been mine long ago, but you came out of nowhere and took him from me.” Elena stared at her, shock flickering across her face. “I love Karios,” Sorcha said, her voice fierce now. “And I’m not giving up on him. Not now. Not ever.”

He hit his back causing him to go unconscious. Zoran grinned as he turned back towards Nora. He was ready to end her once and for all. He looked towards her as he channeled his powers once more, raising her body into the air. She watched as his body glowed a bright yellow as she felt as her body began to tremble. She could slowly feel her energy draining from her as she felt a single tear run down her cheek. She didn't know how much longer she could last. She wasn't sure how much longer she would be able to do this.

I tenderly extended my hand and drew her close. I tenderly kissed her neck, and I muttered, "I desire to mate with you and leave my mark on you." Zara let out a groan. "I just want to know how you feel about that." Zara carefully pulled away from me, her cheeks turning red. As she looked down at her hands, she appeared to be seeking help. "If you don't want to, you don't have to..." "You have my permission," she cut me off. "Mark me and finish the mating; I demand it of you. I give my approval. Why should we wait any longer?"

Zor says to save face and I catch a look of pure rage in her big eyes. I immediately stare her down as she takes Garlof's arm. Something is off with the female. Something that goes beyond being disappointed or embarrassed. "May I present this Harvest's first couple," the Kea says trying to sound excited for them. The crowd cheers, but not as loudly as past tournaments and I begin to feel bad for the Big Cok. He won the brawl and proved that he could at least handle himself against Burk, but Zor still wasn't satisfied. He is going to have a life filled with feelings of falling short if she does choose to mate him.

A thing utterly forbidden to her kind. He came not through the door, but from the shadows themselves, the darkness coalescing into a form of immense, terrifying power. Zoran. His skin was the deep red of fresh blood, his horns swept back from a face of brutal, angular beauty. His eyes burned with the amber fire of the abyss, and his wings, vast and leathery, folded against his back. The sheer, raw masculinity of him made Vyxaria’s mouth water, her pussy clenching in immediate, aching response.

"There's nothing to elaborate on. The zipper was in the back, I couldn't reach it, he unzipped it. That's it." "That's it?" Chloe's cat had fled at the noise, and she was sitting straight up now. "Myra, that is not nothing. That is literally the beginning of every romance novel ever written." "It was a zipper. It was practical." "Was it though?" Zoe raised an eyebrow. "Because in my experience, men like Zyran Theon don't do anything that's just practical. Everything is calculated. So if he touched you—" "He didn't touch me," I interrupted. "I mean, he did, but not like that. His hand just... it was on my back. For a second. Maybe two seconds. That's it."

However, Zoran was so badly injured that he was still immensely feeble even after being injected with Pure Energy. “Darryl, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” Tears and blood intermixed on Zoran’s face, but he still forced a smile and tightly held onto Darryl’s hand. “I’ve given birth to a filthy daughter. I’m so sorry to you. I’m so sorry, Darryl. I deserve to die. I deserve to die.” Zoran cried terribly. An upright macho man crying intensely with tears all over his face! He even choked up when he spoke.